Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Jiang Fan leaned back on the sofa, looking at the prompts on the semi-transparent panel.

[Lifespan gained: 300 points.]

300 points, which translates to about three days of lifespan.

Xu Qingya and her group can earn several thousand points at a time because they are top stars with dozens of top endorsements, and their every move can influence the entire entertainment industry.

What about Song Siyi?

The editor-in-chief of Endpoint Literature sounds like a high-level executive.

But within the broader social hierarchy, he's just a high-level wage earner.

Their social status and influence are incomparable to those of celebrities.

Jiang Fan's fingers gently traced across Song Siyi's smooth back.

To increase revenue, we need to create momentum for her and bring her directly to the forefront from behind the scenes.

No one in the world knows better than Jiang Fan how terrifying the "Journey to the West" IP is.

In its previous life, this book supported countless film and television companies and major game developers.

Now, this super gold mine is in his hands.

But he doesn't have the energy to manage the specific operations; he needs someone he can absolutely trust to run the business.

Song Siyi is the most suitable candidate.

All the physical publishing rights, film and television adaptation rights, and even subsequent game adaptation rights of "Journey to the West" were packaged into a new company.

Let Song Siyi become the boss of this company.

In less than a year, she will become a powerful figure in the entertainment industry, someone whose every whim must be obeyed.

The night was dark.

After taking a shower, Song Siyi changed into a clean silk nightgown and lay down on her bed in the bedroom.

She wasn't sleepy at all.

She turned her head and glanced at Jiang Fan, who was leaning against the headboard.

Jiang Fan held his phone in his hand, the screen's light shining on his face. He wasn't wearing a shirt, revealing his well-defined muscles.

Song Siyi looked away and stared at the ceiling.

So much happened today, so fast.

Her mind is still blank.

First, Qidian.com offered exorbitant prices to poach talent.

Then the vice chairman of the Writers Association issued a statement to ban it.

Finally, the two of them tossed and turned on the living room sofa for half the night.

She worked as an editor for five years, and her life was always routine.

Today has shattered her life of the past five years.

Especially Jiang Fan.

The little boy who always followed behind her in my memory, who would only cry when he was wronged.

He now acts decisively, even with a sense of oppressive control.

His domineering presence on the sofa still makes her legs weak when she thinks about it.

Song Siyi turned over in the blanket, her back to Jiang Fan.

"Jiang Fan," she called out.

"Hmm?" Jiang Fan locked his phone and placed it next to his pillow.

"What are your plans for the future?"

Jiang Fan turned his head and looked at the back of her head.

"What? What should we do?"

Song Siyi turned around and propped her head up with one hand.

The neckline of the silk pajamas slipped down a little, revealing half of her shoulder, which had several obvious red marks on it.

"It's something that happened online."

Song Siyi looked at him.

"I read Liu Qingshan's press release. He represents the interests of the entire traditional literary circle. The setting of 'Journey to the West' is too grand, directly subverting their original mythological system."

"They're scared, so they're joining forces to kill you."

Jiang Fan nodded. "Your analysis is very thorough."

"The path to physical book publishing is now blocked." Song Siyi frowned. "No legitimate publishing house would dare to print your book despite the pressure from the Writers' Association."

"Even if it were printed, major bookstores wouldn't dare to put it on their shelves."

"Are you done talking?" Jiang Fan asked.

Song Siyi looked into Jiang Fan's eyes, "And...and there's our matter."

Jiang Fan didn't interrupt, waiting for her to continue.

"You're a superstar now. One song can shake the entire music industry." Song Siyi's gaze went down and stopped on Jiang Fan's abs.

"You're definitely not short of women around you. That Su Yuyan, and that Shen Nian. They're both big stars, beautiful, and well-connected."

She paused for a few seconds, her fingers clenching tightly under the blanket.

"Then what am I?"

This statement conveyed a strong sense of unease; she was just an editor-in-chief, receiving a fixed salary every month.

In Jiang Fan's current world, she seemed too ordinary.

Jiang Fan looked at her, not in a hurry to explain.

He reached out and pulled Song Siyi, blanket and all, into his arms.

Song Siyi struggled for a moment.

Jiang Fan tightened his arms around her, pressing her against his chest.

"You're my sister," Jiang Fan said, resting his chin on the top of her head, "and also my woman."

Song Siyi leaned against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

"Don't try to sweet-talk me." Song Siyi drew circles on his chest with her fingers. "I've been an editor for so many years, what kind of scumbags haven't I seen? Sleeping in the same bed today, turning your back on me tomorrow."

Jiang Fan laughed. "Do I look like a scumbag to you?"

Song Siyi didn't say anything, but opened her mouth and bit Jiang Fan's chest hard.

Jiang Fan hissed, but didn't push her away.

Song Siyi opened her mouth and looked at the clear teeth mark.

"You're a bastard." Her voice was a little muffled. "I took such good care of you when you were little, and now you've grown up and come here to ruin me. You have to take responsibility for me."

"I'll take responsibility." Jiang Fan's hand slid under the covers, tracing down her waistline. "Now, I'll take responsibility for you."

Song Siyi grabbed his hand.

"You're still here? What time is it! I have to go to work tomorrow!" Song Siyi said anxiously.

"I need to take leave." Jiang Fan continued working on his phone.

"What leave are you asking for! We're in a real crisis now!" Song Siyi forcefully pulled his hand away.

"With Liu Qingshan causing such a commotion, Chen Ping definitely won't be able to withstand the pressure. I need to go back to the company and keep a close eye on things."

Jiang Fan looked at her anxious expression.

"Sister Siyi."

"what?"

"I'll hand in my resignation tomorrow."

Song Siyi was stunned. "What?"

"I'm resigning. I can quit this position as editor-in-chief of Endpoint Literature."

Song Siyi glared at him.

"Jiang Fan, what's wrong with you? I've worked my way up to this position for five years. What else am I supposed to do if I don't do this?"

"Come be my boss."

Song Siyi didn't react.

Jiang Fan looked into her eyes. "We don't need to involve Endpoint Literature in the publication of the physical book of 'Journey to the West.' We'll handle it ourselves."

"Shall we do it ourselves?"

"Yes. You will establish an independent cultural company as its sole agent. You will be personally responsible for the printing, distribution, and sales of physical books."

Song Siyi's mind went blank.

Five million copies, even at the lowest price of thirty yuan per copy, that's a market of 150 million yuan.

"Jiang Fan, are you crazy? Liu Qingshan has already declared a boycott; traditional bookstores won't want these books at all. They'll just be a pile of waste paper. This is throwing money down the drain!"

Jiang Fan smiled.

"Who said I was going to sell my books to traditional bookstores?"

Song Siyi looked at him. "If we don't sell the bookstore, who will we sell it to?"

"We live in the e-commerce era. Can Liu Qingshan control a bookstore, but can he control the internet?"

Song Siyi's eyes slowly widened.

"The harsher he criticized on Weibo, the higher the buzz became. That's called free marketing. Being infamous is still being famous. When the whole internet was discussing what outrageous content 'Journey to the West' actually contained, we started pre-sales directly on e-commerce platforms."

Jiang Fan tapped on the bedside table.

"Five million copies? I'm afraid that won't be enough to sell in a single day."

Song Siyi was completely stunned. She had always been limited by the mindset of traditional publishing and thought that being blacklisted by the Writers' Association was a dead end.

"But... setting up a company and finding a printing factory requires a huge sum of money."

"I'll cover the cost. I'll transfer 30 million to your account tomorrow. We'll discuss it further if needed."

Song Siyi looked at Jiang Fan. This man was not only talented in creation, but also a prodigy in business operations.

"The company will give you 30% of the shares," Jiang Fan said as his final statement.

Song Siyi shook her head repeatedly. "That won't do. You wrote the book, you provided the money, and you came up with the idea. Why should I take it?"

"Because you're my woman." Jiang Fan reached out and pinched her cheek. "If you feel bad about it, you can also handle the subsequent adaptations and merchandise development of 'Journey to the West'. I want you to make this company the largest cultural IP incubation base in China."

Song Siyi's eyes reddened; she knew Jiang Fan was paving the way for her.

With the prestigious brand of "Journey to the West," this new company will soon be able to establish itself in the cultural sphere.

Her identity will undergo a dramatic change.

"Okay. I'll hand in my resignation tomorrow." Song Siyi gritted her teeth and made up her mind.

Jiang Fan rolled over and pinned Song Siyi beneath him.

"We've finished discussing work. Now let's talk about our business."

Song Siyi was pinned down, her hands braced against his shoulders.

"Jiang Fan, stop messing around... My mind is a mess right now. I need to sort out my thoughts..."

"Don't think about the mess. We'll deal with it tomorrow." Jiang Fan lowered his head and silenced her with a kiss.

Song Siyi let out a sob, and the strength in her hands slowly loosened.

In the bedroom, the sounds that made one blush and their heart race rang out again.